So last friday at this time I was just coming to end of my last pose, a pose that I had been in for 40 minutes already and still had twenty to go. Did I mention that my partner model had no body hair and I mean NO body hair. Anyway, the point is, that was fearless.
This post may pale in comparison.
I fell off my beautiful new bike but I got back on and rode home.
(Hey, before you mock it hurt; I ripped my jeans and the resulting graze didn't stop bleeding for hours and weeping for considerably longer; my pride - well that was dented beyond belief but my beautiful bike was fine.)